Song Fan was a member of the Song Family, one of the four major families in Jiang City.
Song Keming was indeed his younger brother.
Compared to Song Keming, who was uneducated, Song Fan was much more sophisticated.
Therefore, he was given a mission, which was to find a way to pursue Lan Rou and marry her.
The Lan Family was also one of the four major families in Jiang City.
Among the four major families, two did not start with commercial businesses.
These were the Zhou Family and the Lan Family.
Zhou Tian, the Family Head of the Zhou Family, was a master of martial arts.
He was a prominent figure not only in Jiang City but throughout the entire Northern River region.
Everyone would show him respect.
The Lan Family was even more formidable; the Lan Family's old master was a senior retired national official.
The old master had three sons, two of whom died on foreign battlefields.
The reason the Lan Family was formidable ultimately came down to two words.
Connections.
The old master of the Lan Family had only one son left, and that son had only one daughter, Lan Rou.
The benefits of marrying Lan Rou were self-evident.
Song Fan once talked to the Lan Family's old master, expressing his great admiration for Lan Rou.
The old master directly told him that Lan Rou had a fiancé named Feng Lin.
He hadn't expected this person to actually exist.
...
Under Lan Rou's guidance, Feng Lin came to her car.
She drove a domestic Chery, a rather common SUV.
Feng Lin originally thought that a deputy dean of a university would at least drive an Audi or BMW.
But this made him even more interested.
Driving such a car meant she was easy to provide for.
After closing the car door, Lan Rou asked, "Have you met my grandfather yet?"
"Not yet," Feng Lin shook his head.
"It's just as well, this matter is between the two of us, and I don't want a third party involved."
Lan Rou gently pushed her glasses up and continued, "Feng Lin, I don't want to get married for the time being."
Feng Lin smiled and nodded, "That's fine."
"That's fine?"
Lan Rou was somewhat surprised and seemed to think of something, then followed up by saying, "I'm very traditional, the only thing I can tolerate before marriage is holding hands."
"As I have said, I care about personality."
Feng Lin had previously been on assignment abroad, his female subordinates, in terms of beauty, really were not inferior to people like Lan Rou.
For a female assassin, outstanding looks were essential.
But their temperaments were too fiery.
Feng Lin liked gentle people.
Lan Rou became increasingly amazed and felt at a loss for words.
"Can we exchange contact information? I'll invite you to a meal when I have some free time."
Feng Lin smiled and took out his phone, feeling this woman was not bad.
If her personality could blend with Xu Ruoying's figure, he wouldn't bother looking at anyone else.
He could marry her on the spot.
"Some time in the future? I have time right now."
Lan Rou took out her phone, ready to get a sense of Feng Lin's taste.
"I have to tell you, I don't have much money on me."
After exchanging phone numbers, Feng Lin pulled out two ten-yuan notes from his pocket, "I thought to myself, how could I not spend thirty yuan on our first meeting to treat you."
"Thirty yuan..."
Lan Rou thought she had heard wrong, this man was too stingy.
But to see through him sooner, she still said with a smile, "Twenty yuan is also enough to have a meal, and I haven't had breakfast."
"That's perfect then, find us a noodle shop. A bowl of beef noodles each, twenty yuan will definitely suffice,"
Feng Lin said as he put the money away and smiled at Lan Rou.
In an attempt to hide her awkwardness, Lan Rou lightly pushed her glasses up and said, "Okay, I know a place."
Not long after their car drove away, Song Fan appeared from the side, making a call with a grim expression on his face.
...
Under Lan Rou's lead, they arrived at an ordinary noodle shop.
At this time, both students and office workers were beginning to get busy.
There were no customers in the shop.
"Boss, two large beef noodles," Feng Lin called out to the cashier.
"I'll just have the small portion," Lan Rou said with a smile.
"Alright, one large and one small beef noodles!"
The boss shouted and walked inside.
Feng Lin and Lan Rou sat facing each other at the table.
"Do you mind if I ask what you do?" Lan Rou asked with a smile.
"I'm currently unemployed, just got out of the military," Feng Lin answered.
They fell into silence once again.
"So, about your family..."
"Boss! Eight bowls of beef noodles for me!"
Lan Rou was cut off before she could finish by a rough voice.
Lan Rou and Feng Lin turned toward the voice and noticed a burly man with a beard, leading a group of people as they walked in.
"What are you looking at?"
The bearded leader suddenly pointed at Feng Lin and bellowed.
The men behind him all came forward and surrounded Feng Lin.
"You little bastard! Who do you think you are? You dare to stare at my boss?"
A young man with dyed yellow hair stepped up, lifted his leg, and placed it on the table in front of Feng Lin.
Feng Lin slightly frowned; these people were clearly looking for trouble, but he didn't remember provoking anyone.
Lan Rou's expression also turned sour, but she still managed to say with a smile, "I'm sorry, big brothers, we didn't mean to."
"Oh wow! When a beautiful lady speaks, it's so pleasant to hear. Brother won't trouble you," the bearded man casually said, pointing at Feng Lin, "Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I'll let you go."
"Isn't that a bit much? There are people watching, how about we step outside?"
Feng Lin asked with a smile, not wanting to show too much aggression since he had finally come across a gentle girl.
"No way! You've got to do it right here, in front of me!" the bearded man said harshly, "Otherwise, I'll break your legs!"
Lan Rou, hearing this, guessed that these people were sent by Song Fan.
In the past, because of her work, she'd dined with some ordinary male friends.
And more or less, they had all faced this kind of intimidation.
Surprisingly, Lan Rou didn't speak; she wanted to see Feng Lin's courage.
Lack of money could be resolved.
But if he knelt just like that, he definitely wouldn't be worth relying on.
"You really think I'm joking? Brothers, get him!" the bearded man ordered with a wave when he saw Feng Lin didn't budge.
"Stop! Wait a moment!"
Feng Lin suddenly shouted.
Lan Rou felt a bit disappointed upon hearing that.
But it was just as well; she hadn't planned on marrying Feng Lin anyway.
"At least you know what's good for you! Three kowtows, I want to hear them," the bearded man said disdainfully, with his arms crossed.
"No, you've got it all wrong,"
Feng Lin said to the bearded man with a smile, then turned to Lan Rou, "Although I'm not working right now, I am a doctor. If we really do get married in the future, I will earn money to support you."
"You're a doctor?"
Lan Rou was stunned. What was he doing saying that at this moment?
"That's right, I'm an old traditional doctor, proficient in the structure of the human skeleton."
Feng Lin's hand grabbed Yellow Hair's knee.
Crack!
A crisp sound pierced everyone's nerves.
"Aaah!"
Yellow Hair let out a pig-like scream and thudded to the ground.
Feng Lin stood up with a smile, casually grabbing the bearded man's shoulders.
Crack!
Crack!
After two sounds, the bearded man's arms drooped down limply.
The bone-deep pain instantly surged through his whole body, and the bearded man started to scream and shout.
The rest of his men, witnessing this, were dumbstruck.
What kind of person was this? Just a touch and bones were breaking?
Frightened, they all ran away, one of them was so nervous he fell to the ground, but he still got up and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Only these two men were left, writhing and howling in pain.
Lan Rou stared at Feng Lin in disbelief.
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